Muse 2 the Pharaoh

If she could be Muse to the Pharaoh
Then one day she might be Queen
If like Sheba, she then could bring presents and wine
The helix he might get between them
In other words, intertwine
With the ebony and milk of her thighs
If she could be Muse and let him decide
Perhaps she'll let him decide

If she could be Muse to the Pharaoh,
There is nothing he wouldn't give her see
For the future of the nation rests in her belly
And if the Proverbs of the thirty one and verse ten
Becomes the verse she sings again and again
She might be Queen

Take a load off, sweetie darling
Let me run agenda through you're hair
There's so much information for the next generation
Who's gonna drop it if you're not there?

And whether the enemy makes a run on the palace
Or whether the enemy does not,
The children will be laced with the protection of the word of God
The opposite of NATO is OTAN
And if the number thirteen is such a bad luck number
When there's no such thing as luck
Then the berries, talons, arrows and stars
Are all superstitions, what the

Get busy big baby 'cause when them devil come
Dem devil come dressed as light
Maybe they goin' fool the untrained mind
But nobody eye know gon' bite

Like a thief in the night
My Lord come and strike
Leave nothing but ashes to the left, dust to the right
Holocaust aside, many lived and died
But when all truth is told
Would you rather be dead or be sold?

Sold to the one who can now mate the displaced bloodline with the white jail bait.

Thinkin' like the keys on Prince's piano will be just fine

So there it is, for all to see
Now what's beyond you and me
Depends my friends primarily
On how you view you're role in Eternity

If she could be Muse to the Pharoah
One day she might be Queen